James Joyce

Finnegans Wake, 140 characters at a time

[James Joyce @Earwickr]

Lefty takes the cherubcake while Rights cloves his hoof Darkies never done tug that coon out to play non-excretory, anti-sexuous,

[James Joyce @Earwickr]

chirps the Ballat of Perce–Oreille. O fortunous casualitas!

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Till the four Shores of deff Tory Island let the douze dumm Eire-whiggs raille! Hirp! Hirp! for their Missed Understandings!

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leap his Bier And her Rillstrill liffs to His Murkesty all her daft Daughters laff in her Ear.

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there's his Wall; But the Mountstill frowns on the Millstream while their Madsons

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fall; Broken Eggs will poursuive bitten Apples for where theirs is Will

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Hoath; Not yet his Arcobaleine forespoken Peacepeace upon Oath; Cleftfoot from Hempal must tumpel, Blamefool Gardener's bound to

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Not yet have the Sachsen and Judder on the Mound of a Word made Warre; Not yet Witchywithcy of Wench struck Fire of his Heath from on

[James Joyce @Earwickr]

Thunder for Life Not yet has the Emp from Corpsica forced the Arth out of Engleterre;

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Wife; By Nowhere have Poorparents been sentenced to Worms, Blood and

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All Saints beat Belial! Mickil Goals to Nichil! Notpossible! Already? In Nowhere has yet the Whole World taken part of himself for his

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might pity and forgive him, if properly deloused, but the pleb was born a Quicklow and sank alowing till he stank out of sight.

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Again there was a hope that people, looking on him with the contemp of the contempibles, after first gaving him a roll in the dirt,

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fast and furious, which merely arose out of the noxious pervert's perfect lowness.

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reconciled (though they were as jealous as could be cullions about all the truffles they had brought on him) to a friendship,

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instead of ruggering him back, and awake,

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they had better be streaking for home after their Auborne-to-Auborne, with thanks for the pleasant evening, one and all disgustedly,

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as rahilly they had been deteened out rawther lae-tich, thought, busnis hits busnis,

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far as Green Patch beyond the brickfields of Salmon Pool by rival teams of slowspiers counter quicklimers who finally,

[James Joyce @Earwickr]

being soggert all unsuspectingly through the deserted village of Tumblin-on-the-Leafy from Mr Vanhomrigh's house at 81 bis Mabbot's Mall as